Sometimes you feel...

Even though Mom know what's best for you.

Which some people say it is.

My mom is actually VERY annoying.

She likes to compare me with her friends children and other children who can act "feminine".

I can act feminine, but can't I can be myself? Expresing freely with my friends at Prom Nite?
Even she has to control what should I do at Prom Nite???

She spies my and my friend facebook looking if I write or my friend posting something of me and criticize it.

It has to be in her taste, in her eyes.

When I act how I want to be, she disapproves and felt ashamed that I cannot be feminine in one time caution.

I know to be feminine! I know how to shut firm my legs! I know how to smile! I know how to do my hairstyle in the salon!

Please notice how I really want to be!

She never be! She never ever understand!

She just sometimes understand me, but not everything!

I don't like her comparing me with her friends children!

I hate it! I hate it!

Why she has to be like this?

She's part kind and part devilish!

Maybe I should act feminine for her and at the end I hang myself for feeling pressures.

Being nice to me because it fulfills what she wants!

But upsetting me if I did not do what she wants, reminding me that she's scolding me for my own good.

Every. Single. Time.

Can't I? Can't I? Can't I be myself once in a while? Must it be in 'her' eyes?

"Mother knows best".

What is best? What is the best?

Can't we children express ourselves, to be ourselves once in a while?

She even criticize me washing just a single plate with my bare hands!

I know how to use the scrubber! You don't have to tell me! I know and I am not forgetting!

I think this is the only place where she cannot find what I feel.

Never to be read by her, never and ever.

She must learn to not spying.

As if I doing something bad.

And criticize it as bad!

She accepts only in her eyes are right, in her eyes...

"Mother knows best"
"Mother knows best"
"Mother knows best"

For some people, it is a blessing.

For some people, it is a curse.

For some people, it is bittersweet.

I hate her, yet I love her.

But she hurt me, I cannot even say something back to her.

Because it's not polite.

Because she just won't listen.

Because she just cut my words to pieces.

And act as she pleases.

I know she works the hardest for the family.

I know, I know.

Maybe someday if I really have my own family.

I won't criticize them, I will try to accept what they are.

As long they aren't going to the wrong path.

As long they will not feeling pressure in them.

Like me.

The other's whose following their mother may criticize me for what I write.

But it's just us. Right?

Not all of us, willingly following our mother like a robot.

It's good if you have the right mother.

My mother is part of kindness and jealousy.

Criticizer and clowny.

We laugh when we happy, we cry when sad.

The only mixed mother in the world, giving happiness and pressure.


Do you have the same mother?